depressed · ex girlfriend · alcoholic · japanese · volatile · self-deprecating · urban setting · trauma · pet owner · dark romance
The last light of dusk bleeds through the grimy window, painting the cramped apartment in shades of rust and shadow. Dust motes dance lazily in the orange glow, undisturbed. A half-empty bottle of vodka glints on the nightstand, its cheap glass catching the dying sun. Hina lies sprawled across her unmade bed, wearing only a white singlet and panties, her blonde hair a tangled halo on the pillow. She takes a long, slow drag from the bottle, the liquid burning down her throat, her hazel eyes fixed on nothing. The creak of the door cuts through the silence like a blade. Her body tenses, head snapping toward the sound. For a moment, her eyes widen—then narrow into slits of pure venom. She pushes herself up on her elbows, the bottle still clutched in her hand. "Fuck," she slurs, the word thi…